Roger pulled out the butcher's knife with one hand, picked up the colorful burlap bag on the ground with the tip of the knife and showed it to Blake: "Look, it's easy~"

"Why didn't you say it sooner, stinky boy!" Blake glared at him, and looked at the scarecrow's figure with a desire to try.

"Who knows if you can't move or if you can't do it... What if you want to make a taxidermy of this thing and put it in your bedroom, right?" Roger scratched and pulled on the floor with a butcher's knife, and the black water left behind by the scarecrow was as sticky as asphalt.

Blake gave the boy a blank look, thinking that this thing was a satire on the furniture ornaments made of various biological limbs in Blake's old mansion... Roger felt that this white eye was a little inexplicable.

In fact, not only Blake seemed to be eager to try, but the twins, Harry and Neville also became a little excited, and every man had a violent factor in his body, which was a survival instinct inherited from the wilderness.

In fact, Roger has always wondered how Blake's group could survive so many when Voldemort was rampant more than ten years ago...

The enemy kills his own side unscrupulously, sometimes even his wife and children are not spared, and in this case, he can not kill without killing, which is simply a stupid approach... To be merciful to the enemy in war is to kill your teammates!

Although you don't need to kill to survive in modern society, the wizarding world is very dangerous... Every once in a while, there will be a middle two demon king who wants to rule the world, which is a very probable event.

But fortunately, everyone has the desire to kill, and not killing does not mean that this desire has completely disappeared.

It's like killing monsters and NPCs in the game without any psychological burden, and in most games, there are always more boys than girls.

Look at those scarecrows, how many meet the standards, monsters, non-humans, life-threatening, can't communicate without intelligence, don't even bask for blood when cut down, and the corpse is just a piece of linen, which is no different from a magic puppet, okay...

It will be sad for a soft-hearted ant to step on an ant for a long time, and no one will be sad if you step on a broken stone... It's the same with poking a sack~

Several old and young masters imitated Roger's movements in the same way, and the rope was rolled and pulled, and the scarecrow was dragged to his feet without any ability to resist, and stomped his feet hard...

"Oops!" Neville cried out, holding his feet, and the wrist-thick wooden pole didn't even crack out.

The others weren't much better, and Roger saw Blake gritting his teeth and not screaming, his face flushed, and he was secretly casting a healing spell on his feet.

Just because Roger has this strength doesn't mean they have it, not to mention that this thing doesn't feel pain at all... He can pull his nails off his fingers ten times a day, and a different person can do it?

"Hurry up, don't be a demon!" Roger deliberately clapped his hands at the boys and said, "I don't want to watch the time... Wait a little longer, and those monsters will rush in!"

"I'm rubbing, you're the least qualified to talk," Harry said as he jumped to his feet and gasped, "You've made the most strokes in the whole audience, and you've done nothing other than kill two monsters!"

"I also shouted 666~" Roger said sincerely.

"Shut up, you guys!Quickly imprisoned!Quickly imprisoned!" Hermione took advantage of the time to cast the spell and yelled at these two goods, "If you play tricks again, I'll throw you all over and block the door!!"

It's no wonder that the girl was angry, it was nothing that Roger was the only one paddling alone, but Harry imitated him and made them all jump on the spot with their feet in place, and suddenly there was a hole in the defense, and more than a dozen scarecrows broke through the defense line, jumped up with extraordinary agility and slashed at the people standing in a row.

Roger pursed his lips and stabbed his knife into the ground, the blade pointing outward, while his left hand pointed at one of the scarecrows, and the half of his right wand rolled up the other.

The body that was pointed by the left finger was blown away by his hook with a bang, and the one that was curled up was dragged under the butcher knife standing in front of him. The left foot stepped on the back of the knife and pressed it down hard, and the poor scarecrow suddenly smoked and juice splashed, leaving only the colorful burlap skin.

The situation is urgent, Harry and the others don't care about the pain, which of the various spells is used smoothly, just to quickly repel this wave of scarecrows who have broken through the defense line of the gate, if the rhythm is disrupted by close quarters, an unknown number of monsters outside the door will rush in.

At that time, with Professor Sprout, the men and women would not be able to protect the weak little lambs behind them. Roger has to think about whether to run away with his sister... The Bing Room on the seventh floor is very nice.

But the blessing is not a one-way street, the students who were huddled in the back and shivering suddenly sounded a heart-rending scream, and Hermione and the others, who were concentrating on dealing with the scarecrow, had no chance to be distracted, only Roger, who was still paddling, had the kung fu to look back.

Suddenly, the disapproving expression of the thing straightened, and the half-cut wand waved behind him: "Pandora's box is flying!"

The boomerang nailed to the door frame shook up and down twice, broke free and turned into a suitcase in mid-air and flew back into the boy's hand...

The little lambs huddled behind were not screaming at the miss of Blake and the others, but at some point, a monster floating in the air appeared above their heads.

The new demon was tall but emaciated, dressed in a robe of black smoke, with a bug-like red carapace head on top of the robe.

Its eyes were glowing with a faint blue light, and on the collar of its robe were two hands also covered with red carapace, with only three fingers, one of which was ridiculously long and reflected the surrounding fire, and Roger had no doubt about the sharpness of that finger.

The most outrageous thing is that there are no feet at the bottom of the robe, but a barb hanging down, resembling its fingers, but thicker, longer, and sharper than the fingers.

Now, the corpse of a student hung on it, barbed through his chest, blood dripping down the spikes.

The surrounding students, both men and women, fled in both directions in a pale and panicked manner, fearing that the next target of the terrifying creature would be themselves.

Those who had never seen blood were lambs after all, and they were all frightened, and the only people left in the crowd were a few people, trying to restrain the emerging demon from different directions.